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September'75 I was 47 inches high Mom said by Christmas I would have A badass mother G I Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class Yeah now I'm big and important One angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces are you If you really want to see me check the papers and the TV Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass goodbye Don't give me that bullshit you know who I am I'm your nightmare little man Vic you stole my lunch money made me cry Jane remember second grade Said you couldn't stand my face Rather than kiss me you said you'd rather die I'm big and important One angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces are you If you really want to see me check the papers and the TV Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass goodbye You'll be sorry one day Yes you will yes you will You shouldn't push me around 'cause I will yes I will You will be sorry when I'm big Yes you will yes you will You will be sorry cause I'm big and important One angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces are you If you really want to see me check the papers and theTV Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass |
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| 2. |
| 3:24 |
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Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored On a Peavea amp in 1984 While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Often Sara would have spells where she lost time She saw the future, she heard voices from inside The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny Because at home they got her smacked (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara Zak called his dad about layaway plans And Sara told the friendly salesman that: "You'll all die in your cars, And why's it gotta be dark? And you're all working in a submarine" (Asshole) She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance That make it possible for all white boys to dance And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara |
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| 3. |
| 3:42 |
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Now the houses are ghost over Silver Street
you've got them dressed up like clowns married couples slamming doors vums praiseing the lord your playing tapes for the town well the neighborhoods nest and your college friends are getting younger every year the wind don't blow and the grass don't grow your never leaving Silver Street You bought some brown wire frames at a junkshop that was your tradmark at school nowthe're barely hanging on and the styles are moving on hard for a man to stay cool now the seasons change and the storefronts change everything else stays the same the wind don't blow and the grass don't grow your never leaving Silver Street Now don't get me wrong cause, oh-o, woah - I like this neighborhood and, now, seeing you was good but we spent the day so completely uninspired asking why oh why would I be tired? the're filling the ptholes in on Silver Street waking the neighbors up at noon and your friends are out on break and your out on your brown lawn raking the dirt with a broon now the seasons change and the storefronts change everything else stays the same the wind don't blow and the grass don't grow your never leaving Silver Street never leaving never leaving never leaving oh oh oh oh |
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| 4. |
| 3:13 |
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I feel like a quote out of context
with holding the rest so I can be for you what you want to see I got the gestures and sounds got the timing down it's uncanny, yeah, you'd think it was me do you think I should take a class to lose my southern accent did I make up or make the face till it stuck I do the best imitation of myself the problem with you speech you gave me was fine I liked the theories about my little stage and I swore I was listenin' but I started drifting around the part about me acting my age now if its all the same I've people to entertain I juggle one-handed do some magic tricks and the best imitation of myself maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole, wondering who I am when I ought to know straighten up now time to go fool somebody else fool somebody else last night I was east with them and west within tryin' to be for you what you want to see but I can't help it if you the good and bad comes through don't want you hanging out with no one but me our love is all the same it come from the same place if my minds somewhere else you won't be able to tell I do the best imitation of myself yeah its uncanny to see you'd really think it was me I do the best imitation of myself I do the best imitation of myself |
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| 4:31 |
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You took a trip and climbed a tree At Robert Sledge's party And there you stayed 'till morning came And you were not the same after that You gave your life to Jesus Christ And after all your friends went home You came down, you looked around And you were not the same after that (Ahhh ahhh) You were not the same after that (Ahhh ahhh) You were not the same after that You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on... To it You took the word and made it heard And eased the people's pain and for that You were idolised, immortalised And you were not the same after that Walking tall, you'd bought it all And you were not the same after that Till someone died on the waterslide And you were not the same after that You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it (ooh ooh ooh ooh) (YOU WERE NOT THE SAME!) You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on: You're hanging on: You're hanging on: |
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| 6. |
| 2:34 |
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Jand be Jane you're better that way
not when you're trying initating something you think you saw so Jane be Jane and if sometimes that might drive them away let'em stay there you don't need'em anyway You're worried there mightt not be anything at all inside the fact your worried, should tell you tat's not right don't trry to see yourself the way that others do it's no use You're worried there might not be anything at all inside but that your worried, should tell you that's not right you've had it haarder thatn anyone can know so hard to let it go but its your life you can decorate it as you like beneath the painted arnour in your eyes the truth still shines Jane be Jane Jane be Jane thank you |
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| 4:03 |
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I got up and drove to work on the wrong side of the road, and what the hell would I do, I must admit I didn't know, and Andrew came along y'all to add a couple of lines or so, I've got one I finished yesterday, and I've got 3.6 to go
One down and 3.6 tomorrow and in out of here one down and 3.6 tomorrow and in out of here People tell me Ben, just make up junk and turn it in, but I never was alright with turning a bunch of shit, I don't like wasting time on music that won't make me proud,but now I've found a reason, to sit right down and shit some out. One down and 3.6 tomorrow and in out of here one down and 3.6 tomorrow and in out of here yeah, yeah I love3 you more than any man has love before I love you more all the stars up in the sky I think that we should settle down and live happily forever, after what do you think of that? I'm really not complaining, I realize it's just a job and i hate hearing belly-aching rockstars whine and sob Cause i could be busing tables I could well be pumping gas but I get paid much finer for playing piano and kissing ass this is one I wrote just an hour ago and 3.6 at last One down and 3.6 tomorrow and in out of here one down and 3.6 tomorrow and in out of here one down and 3.6 one down and 3.6 tomorrow and in out of here thanks y'all |
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| 8. |
| 4:40 |
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Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark There's an awkward young shadow That waits in the hall He's cleared all his things And he's put them in boxes Things that remind him Life has been good Twenty five years he's worked at the paper A man's here to take him downstairs And I'm sorry Mr Jones It's time There was no party And there were no songs Cause today's just the day Like the day that he started No one is left here That knows his first name And life barrells on Like a runaway train Where the passengers change They don't change anything You get off Someone else can get on And I'm sorry Mr Jones It's time Streetlight it shines through the shades Casting lines on the floor And lines on his face He reflects on the day Fred gets his paints out And goes to the basement Projecting some slides Onto a plain white canvas and traces it Fills in the spaces He turns off the slides And it doesn't look right Yeah And all of these bastards Have taken his place He's forgotten But not yet gone And I'm sorry Mr Jones And I'm sorry Mr Jones And I'm sorry Mr Jones It's time |
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| 9. |
| 4:45 |
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6am day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down to Charlotte They're not home to find us out And we drive Now that I have found someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly They call her name at 7 30 I pace around the parking lot Then I walk down to buy her flowers And sell some gifts that I got Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Then she ever has before She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me Son it's time To tell the truth She broke down And I broke down Cause I was tired of lying Driving home to her apartment For the moment we're alone She's alone I'm alone Now I know it She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly Off the coast and I'm headed nowhere She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly |
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| 6:04 |
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I go to sleep I know you don't Know what i mean Yet I get upset or happy I go to sleep Nothing hurts when I go to sleep But i'm not tired I'm not tired I know it seems that i don't care But something in me does i swear I don't remember all last year I left you awake to cry the tears While i was dreaming in streams Flowing between the shores Of joy and sadness I'm drowning Save me Wake me up I should warn you I go to sleep You won't know when i go to sleep Because i'm not tired I'm not tired I just sleep |
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| 11. |
| 3:42 |
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Well I thought about the army Dad said, son you're funcking high And I thought, yeah ther's a first for everything So I took my old man's advice Three sad semesters It was only 15 grands spent in bed I thought about the army I dropped out and joined a band instead Grew a moustache and a mullet Got a job at chick-fil-a Citing, artistic differences The band broke up in may And in june reformed without me And they'd got a different name I nuked another grandma's apple pie And hung my head in shame o no~ (I've) been thinkin' a lot today (I've) been thinkin' a lot today Oh, I think I'll write a screenplay Oh, I think I'll take it to LA Oh, I think I'll get it done yesterday~ In this time of introspection On the eve of my election I say to my reflection God please spare me more rejection! 'Cause my peers they criticize me And my ex-wives all despise me I try to put it all behind me But my redneck past is nipping at my heels (I've) been thinkin' a lot today (I've) been thinkin' a lot today I've been thinkin' a lot today I thought about the army.. |
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| 12. |
| 3:56 |
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shook her head to see him snoring in his sleep "if you really loved me," she said, "I wouldn't have to be so mean" he's a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer he sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor it's evidence of what he was like he likes to remember when the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising, we're sinking in a minute it will all be coming down and they know it now, but no one makes a sound such a shame to ruin this bright lazy, sunny day the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising, we're sinking my oh my, the cruelest lies are often told without a word my oh my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard she said, "you've been pushing me like I was a sore tooth" "you can't respect me 'cause I've done so much for you" he said, "well I hate that it's come to this, but baby I was doing fine" "how do you think that I survived the other twenty-five before you?" the end is growing near and we're treading water now and holding back our tears and the day is rising, we're sinking |
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| 13. |
| 5:23 |
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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyes, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hands Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand |
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| 1:17 |
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I, I
I'm gonna rock this bitch I tell you what, I'm gonna rock this bitch I'm gonna rock it like the bitch has never been rocked before I tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna rock this bitch I'm gonna rah rah rah rock this mutha fuckin' beotch |
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| 7:17 |
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Won't you look up at the skyline At the mortar block and glass And check out the reflections in my eyes See they always used to be there Even when this was all was grass And I sang and danced about a high rise And you were laughing at my helmet hat Laughing at my torch Go ahead and laugh all you want cause I got my philosophy And trust it like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I see that there is evil And I know that there is good And the in betweens I never understood so wants you look at me I'm crazy But I get the job done I'm crazy but I get the job done So go ahead and laugh all you want cause I got my philosophy And trust it like the ground That's why my philosophy Keeps me walking when I'm falling down I pushed you cause I loved you guys I didn't realize you weren't having fun And I dragged you up the stairs And I told you to fly You were flapping your arms Then you started to cry you were too high too high you take this all for granted You take the mortar block and glass And you forget the speech that moved the stone but it's really not that you can't see The forest from the trees You never been out in the woods alone So you can laugh all you want to I've got my philosophy love you my friend But you got no philosophy Now it's time for this song to end |
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| 4:39 |
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I don't get many things right the first time In fact, I am told that a lot Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls Brought me here And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest What if I'd been born fifty years before you In a house on a street where you lived? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know? And in a white sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties And one day passed away in his sleep And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days And passed away I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong That I know That I am I am I am The luckiest |
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| 17. |
| 3:48 |
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I wish it was last September We could lose ourselves in crowds everyday 'Cos Emaline, don't walk in time She's not the same that's all you can say When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't want to walk away from Emaline They're talking now Does she now what they're saying? She's got the air, to float above it I'm sinking in the summer champagne She's dear to me, and so expensive Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear When I've heard enough, I tell myself That we've learnt our lesson But I don't wanna walk away from Emaline It only took me one look to understand Emaline Sometimes I don't know what she's saying Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't know what she's saying But I know, I know what she's wants to be I wish it was last September Don't let me walk away from Emaline for stupid reasons Now I'm not talking 'bout money But money talks, I hate to listen But lately it's been screaming in my ear One advice: girls needs attention Well are you deafer than all my We always were, she's got attention From people like you Now I've heard enough I tell you what We really shouldn't see anyone I take it and I see my Emaline |
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